"I'm not-" He looks faintly offended, under the thick top layer of guilt. "I'm not being mean, I'm worried. I've- I know she's not the same as Hera, but I've seen Hera pull stunts like this and it was bad for her."
He brushes a hand on the wall between two cabins, apologetically.
"And I'm not gonna make you," he assures quickly. "But right now, I'm still the guy who knows it best besides you. Or maybe Xigbar. You'll have plenty of options when we're clear of imminent doom and destruction."
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He brushes a hand on the wall between two cabins, apologetically.
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They get to the door and he touches the red light with careful fingertips. It's a little bit warm, but he doesn't feel -
Hello? Barge? Are you okay?
She never answers him in words, like Revenant did, but he can feel her trying.
"I think this is from...them, not her. It doesn't feel like - distress. It feels more like...flagged for inspection, not Help I'm Broken."
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They're not fine. But denial and bravado are a lot easier than facing the reality he is acutely aware of.
"Let's just give it a quick look, see how her indigestion's going."
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